This morning, I thought my feet would shatter on the stairs and the toes snap off like graham crackers. Damn it's cold. At least there's a warm, fuzzy blanket wrapped around my brain. I am sick of this old, bigass house. I'm going to have a little tiny house with one window and that's going to be covered with a blanket anyway (No pesky, goddamned sun). Said house will tap into geothermal energy so as to remain cheap and also archers on the perimeter, just in case of religious proselytizers. I neither need nor want religion.
misterdoom:
Same to ya! 